The Empty Quatrain Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Empty Quatrain

Rating: 2.7


A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, 't is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life's heart-warming wine.

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Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke

Germantown, Pennsylvania
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